Sebuleni Africa

Where we tell our stories…

This is the lounge where we sit, tell or read stories and poetry. It does not
matter whether you are a published author or not. You are welcome to upload
your work so that the world can taste your talent.

Profile of The Month

Rehema M. Kiteto

Rehema M Kiteto is a graduate of Bachelor’s of Arts, (sociology & literature). She is an author of one children’s book; Hell in the Backyard & Other stories. She is currently freelancing as a book editor and creative writer. She is also a passionate social worker, currently operating extensively at her Ward of residence; Samburu found in Kwale County. She is a mentor of many teens in schools and even outside school. She believes that Networking and connecting is the surest way of finding solution to our problems.

She can be reached though rehemamalemba@gmail.com  

 

 

"You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children."

-Madeleine L'Engle

From the ShelF

Recent Stories

THE JOURNEY BEGAN

By Ridwan Bello, Kaduna, Nigeria The journey began and eschewed Deep through the valley, the shadow line As the sea goddess watched over head That of father right within my…

LOVED

By Margueritte Mokgaetji Pitjeng, Veszprem, Hungary. The hate you give is euphoric A form of ecstasy that leaves me anorexic A fool in love is what I’ve come to be…

UJANA KAMA UKUNGU

Na Ayieko Jakoyo Ujana maji ya moto, walishasema wahenga Sura huipa mvuto, ukaishi kwa kuringa Ujana kwelini moto, uakao bila kinga Ujana kama ukungu, huyeyuka liwakapo   Ujana uingiapo, inda…

I AM NORTH

By Shehu Mubarak Sulaiman, Kano, Nigeria I run from the far Sahara through the Sahelian Kano to the fertile lands of Benue I am North A spring of wisdom I…

LETTER FROM A CAPTIVE

By Ayieko Jakoyo, Naivasha, Kenya Here I am, Fixed behind these cruel bars, Eyes separated from the beautiful world, Hair interlocked, to form dreads, Toes infested with jiggers, face full…

RAPE

By Aslam Bamba, Tamale, Ghana How could they have missed God’s eyes? Didn’t they feel shy or fear in His presence Or they sold it to the dogs in that…

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